On the Lake in St. John's

Intuitively I step
On the white parts
Covered with snow
That should be safer
Than pure ice

I can hardly breathe
On the brink of death
Uncertain if I can make it
Through the lake
To the other end

What will my parents think in China
Will mother blame me
I am too bold
But it is too late
The lake's heart embraces me already

Hopping desperately
Upon a solid rock
I stomp my feet
Taking a long long breath
I am safe, mother at home

I realize
The life-death line
Is thin
Paper thin
After all